Xuan Zhen, who was in the tea room next door, scolded Xuan Qingzi coldly.

His junior brother has been practicing for so many years, but he is still a loser. The main reason is that he is too seductive.

"Master, don't be angry, you're a man." Zhao Wuye smiled and poured a cup of tea for Xuan Zhen.

"It's not good, it's not good!"

At this time, Zhao Dongjun ran in in a panic from outside.

"Why are you panicking!" Zhao Wuye scolded him.

"Master Xuan Zhen, it's bad." Zhao Dongjun swallowed and gasped, "He Jiarong found all the things you buried in the construction site and burned them!"

"What?!" Xuan Zhen's expression changed, "How is that possible?"

"Really, it's absolutely true! He got a few Buddhist beads and threw them into the pit where the urn was buried, completely destroying your formation!" Zhao Dongjun said hurriedly.

Master Zhao Wu's expression changed, and he said in a panic: "Master, I have already said that this He Jiarong...he is extraordinary!"

Xuan Zhen said nothing with a sullen face, and then sneered, "Don't panic, just wait for me for a few days, and I'll make him look good right away!"

"Don't wait, watch it now."
Chapter completed!